Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1031 The 72-Hour Cleanup Campaign VII: The First Son's Debut!

The air solidified instantly.

The entity that fell from Lupercal's left eye now towers high above the sewer dome, like a skyscraper composed of shadows and veins.

Hundreds of translucent tentacles writhed and thrashed in the darkness. They had no physical texture, only outlines formed by mental fluctuations, like a colossal beast pieced together from lost nightmares.

The soldiers in the terrorist mobile squad could only feel their scalps tingling and their tinnitus intensifying, but they couldn't see anything; while the infected people contaminated by the chaos were like fish whose souls were hooked by something, their whole bodies stiffened, their eyes rolled back, and they made meaningless chewing sounds.

The first wave of targets were those infected with the Berserker Virus.

Their flesh swelled up, their muscles twisted like ropes, their eyes were bloodshot, and they could withstand bullets when they pounced on the wolf's offspring.

But at this moment, one after another translucent "spiritual threads" were flung out from the arachnids' abdomens, piercing directly through their skulls and spines.

There was no blood, no rupture, only an indescribable tremor.

The berserkers' steps came to an abrupt halt, their bodies seemingly drained of strength, and they knelt down in unison, their roars turning into sobs.

Lupercal's eyes narrowed slightly. He could feel the spider-like creature "stripping" the infected people of their anger, crushing it one by one like extinguishing a flame.

next moment……

【Synaptic dissolution! ! ! 】

With a soft thud, countless berserkers clutched their foreheads and collapsed to the ground, convulsing in pain.

After completing this wave, the First Son turned his attention to the Paradox Program Infected.

These beings had their eyes filled with flashing digital dots, constantly uttering "divine pronouncements" while releasing chaotic commands to disrupt the Shepherds' communications. Spiritual beings are most vulnerable to mental interference, but the [spider-like creatures] are precisely hunters of the spiritual realm.

Its back shuddered, and dozens of "mental pulses" lashed out like spider silk toward the paradoxical infected. The thin threads passed through their heads, climbed along their nerve bundles, and instantly rolled back into their own cerebral cortex.

Cognitive Psychosis!!!

The infected's lips twitched, the oracle reversed into unrecognizable curses, and they began to attack each other. Some slapped themselves, others pointed weapons at their companions, and puppet strings were torn and flailed wildly.

Next came the third wave—the flesh-and-blood mechanical infected.

This is the ugliest type; their bodies are like rusty machinery pieced together with rotting flesh, their machine spirits resonating with the virus, their breathing sounds like broken gears turning.

They sensed the threat, but couldn't see where it was coming from, so they could only raise their modified machine guns and fire indiscriminately.

The fire flickered.

But all those bullets and beams passed through that enormous spiritual entity, as silently as if they were passing through air.

The next second, one of the spider's tentacles "drooped" down, like a suspension bridge pressing down, casting shadows over the entire passage.

Electromagnetic short circuit!!!

Under the tentacles, these cyborgs suddenly stopped moving, their metal limbs trembled violently, and their internal electromagnetic signals were interfered with, as if someone had "pulled out" their machine soul from the source.

A few seconds later, their weapons exploded in reverse, metal fragments and flesh shattering simultaneously, crashing to the ground with a dull thud.

Finally, the First Son's left eye, like the eye of death, looked at the last wave of enemies—the sensory signal infiltrators.

This is the most bizarre type; their faces are distorted like mist, causing enemies to experience sensory confusion, difficulty distinguishing friend from foe, and even seeing terrifying illusions that do not exist.

But before their illusions could unfold, the [Spider-like Monster] had already activated its "Coercion" ability.

Transparent "spiritual limbs" hang down from above, like invisible cables wrapping around the heads of these infected individuals, directly "hooking" into their sensory systems.

[Co-infection!!!]

Their bodies convulsed, their eyes glazed over, and they began to crawl into the cracks in the lab bench. Some even frantically slammed their heads against the metal pillars, screaming, "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

The scene was like watching a group of people forced to kneel before the grave they had dug themselves, so desperate that they offered no resistance.

Then they began to vomit and have diarrhea, and finally collapsed weakly on the ground.

All of this happened in just twenty seconds.

The entire Black Bell experimental area was swept away by an invisible storm.

The enormous form of the [spider-like monster] loomed between the ceiling and the floor, its tentacles swaying back and forth, stirring not dust, but ripples on the spiritual level.

Those infected by it either kneel down, self-harm, or become paralyzed; those who can still move are already delirious, ramming into walls, companions, or even the ground, turning into puddles of rolling flesh and metal fragments.

The soldiers of the terrorist mobile squad could only see the enemy falling in waves for no apparent reason, completely unaware of how they were being "harvested." They instinctively stopped and looked at the boy in front of them.

Lupercal was kneeling on one knee, his left eye flashing with an indescribable cold light, and the air around him seemed to have been sucked out.

He's like a devil; whoever he glares at goes crazy.

Wherever his gaze fell, the invisible spiritual hand of the [spider-like monster] began to strip away the existence of the Chaos Corruptors, peeling away their viruses, anger, logic, and consciousness layer by layer, leaving only a shell that collapsed.

In just half a minute, most of the chaotic infected that had once ravaged the Black Bell Experiment Zone were wiped out in a swift and decisive manner.

The only sounds echoing through the sewers were the low growls of those who had lost their minds, the sounds of metal breaking, and the faint murmurs of the [spider-like monster].

The ground is still bleeding.

The remains of the infected had not completely stopped wriggling, and the air was filled with the smell of rusty metal, the smell of burning nerve bundles, and an indescribable sense of decay.

Lupercal slowly stopped walking and stood in the middle of a pool of blood. His left hand unconsciously rose and gently pressed against his slightly burning left eye.

It felt as if someone had stabbed the deepest part of my eyeballs with a scorching gold needle, and the nerves around my brow bone felt swollen and numb, as if they had been electrocuted.

"The workload is still a bit too heavy. If it continues to be used beyond its capacity, my left eye may really experience temporary blindness..."

He smacked his lips, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

These symptoms are the consequence of that thing being forcibly pulled out.

This was the first time he had allowed the Eye of Horus to unleash the Spider-Man to its full form without reservation, and the effect was outstanding.

His father once jokingly told him that whoever he glared at would die.

And now, just as his father said, he has stared the enemy to death.

At that moment, the soldiers of the terrorist mobile squad were still standing behind him, witnessing firsthand how that incomprehensible mental monster crushed dozens or even hundreds of infected people from their minds like leaves in a whirlwind.

They exchanged a glance, not daring to approach rashly.

They now both respected and feared the leader of the wolf pack before them.

Lupercal exhaled as if nothing had happened, his left eye slightly narrowed, and there seemed to be a faint bloodshot vein sliding down between his eyelashes.

This thing came at a high price, but he knew it was worth it.

Under his father's guidance, he learned to coexist with the monster residing within the eye, instead of simply suppressing or resisting it. He was slowly adapting to the power of the Eye of Horus and even trying to understand it.

Now, he can make that [spider monster] attack precisely, retrieve the target, and prevent the spread of pollution.

Even so, once that thing is unsealed to the sixth stage, the consumption of physical nerves and mental energy is still extremely terrifying.

"We can only try to develop some methods of using the Membrane virus that don't consume as much mental energy..." he murmured to himself.

Just as the First Son of Return was summarizing his abilities, the air began to distort slightly. He suddenly looked up, his eyes narrowing instantly.

The metal floor tiles trembled slightly underfoot, as if some low-frequency vibration was penetrating the earth.

That aura, like a corroded electromagnetic field, carrying an indescribable, strange frequency, penetrated the thick steel walls of the sewer and gradually spread out from the depths ahead.

Sizzle—Bang!

Suddenly, the iron wall in a certain area burst open, as if large metal plates were being torn apart by an invisible magnetic force. Scattered bolts flew high into the air, then hovered, spun, and exploded.

Lupercal's pupils contracted slightly.

The feeling was as if the world itself had its polarity forcibly adjusted by an invisible hand.

The metal groaned. Space distorted.

A suffocating sense of chaos was spreading from the dark passage ahead.

—He's here.

The ultimate goal I need to achieve in this operation!
That guy finally arrived.

From the shadows in the distance, a faint crackling sound of electricity could be heard.

The high-voltage cables amidst the ruins suddenly trembled, and iron filings jumped on the ground, as if magnetic poles were distorting the direction of space.

A figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

Heshar Sin Karut – Magnet Lord.

He was covered in a hybrid prosthetic body inlaid with metal and flesh, his spine exposed like a railway track, each vertebra flashing with an azure arc of light like an electromagnetic pulse.

His limbs were elongated, and two rows of irregular electromagnetic cores on his shoulder armor vibrated constantly, emitting a buzzing sound like a low hum.

Behind him were floating, discarded wreckage of prosthetic bodies, out-of-control prosthetic arms, twisted wires, and skeletal tubes with viral pathways...

Like a heretical army tamed by some kind of magnetic force, they hovered behind him, ready to explode and reconstruct at any moment.

"really……"

The voice of the magnetic master was hoarse and raspy, like a chainsaw cutting through his throat, or like someone shredding a ball of metal wire.

"As prophesied, the son of Abraham will be the trial of my ascension."

He slowly raised his left hand, and a magnetic stone plate with a blue plasma luster appeared in his palm.

It was a twisted weapon born from the pollution of chaotic technology, a hybrid of viral programs, radioactive electromagnetic modules, and a gravitationally collapsing computing core.

The next moment, strange sequences of numbers and embedded incantations appeared on the surface of the stone slab.

Under the control of the magnetic master, a distorted electromagnetic structure rapidly formed above his head:
A three-meter-long spiral electrode is suspended in mid-air, its pulse curves resembling the spiraling spine of a living organism.

At the core, a stream of sea-blue light gradually gathered, as if extracting all the electrons in space.

"Begin your sacrifice, son of Abraham."

boom--! ! !
Electromagnetic gun firing.

In that instant, it was as if the air was filled with the sound of millions of plasma snakes tearing apart.

The entire area was ignited by those aurora-like pillars of light, and the magnetic storm distorted the refraction of light, making the sky seem to explode into a torrent of lightning and roars.

The terrorist mobile squad immediately retreated, but the magnetic energy cannon, powerful enough to melt an armored train, still hurtled towards Lupercal.

Faced with this devastating attack, Lupercal did not retreat.

He stood still, his right hand outstretched, palm facing up. He calmly closed his eyes, and his heart began to pound wildly.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

His chest felt as if it were burning with thunder.

The next moment, a semi-transparent diamond-shaped shield constructed from his mental will suddenly appeared around him.

Spreading silently, blooming silently.

The Barrier of the Heart!

The beam of light twisted violently the instant it made contact with the shield, the magnetic shockwave ripped through eardrums, and the shockwave lifted the ground behind him a full five meters high.

All the infected people and even the building debris around them were vaporized in the impact.

But that diamond-shaped shield, right in the center of the pillar of light... stood firm and unyielding.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Lupercal's mouth, but his legs remained still.

He blocked the attack.

"As expected of the son of the First Return, he was able to block even this." Magnet Master looked at Lupercal with amazement.

Lupercal slowly exhaled a long breath and roared in a deep voice:

"This is not a battlefield for you to interfere in."

He turned to the still-fighting terrorist mobile squad and gave the following order:

"Clean up the remaining debris on the perimeter, leave the rest to me."

The sound cut through the air like a blade, without the slightest hesitation.

"Execute the order! Retreat from the outer perimeter!"

At Lupercal's command, the four mobile terrorist squads moved into action like a well-organized steel torrent. They didn't question him, but many soldiers still glanced at him discreetly before leaving.

That look in his eyes was filled with worry, resentment, and the urge to stay and fight alongside him.

But they knew that there was no room for any other interpretation of the First Son's order.

This is not a battlefield they can touch.

The Magnet Master watched this scene and chuckled mockingly.

"Heh...you little rascal, you actually know how to 'cherish your soldiers like your own children'? Tsk tsk tsk...what a pity, if they saw you die in battle, would they cry like they'd lost their own father?"

His voice was tinged with the vibrations of a magnetic field, like metallic dust churning in his throat, hoarse and cold.

Lupercal lowered his head, seemingly flicking his knuckles, then looked up at him, his tone as cold as a blade.

“...noisy guy.”

In that instant, his left eye suddenly opened.

Within those deep black eyes, a strange crack quietly began to appear.

[Eye of Horus Phase Five: Stillness]

The [spider-like monster] shot out a dozen transparent tentacles, which rippled like water, leaving slight spatial disturbances in the air. They then wrapped around the Magnet Lord's electromagnetic cannon and released the interference-type Mother Virus opened by the First Son.

[Weapon malfunction!]

Electromagnetic gun system lock failed!
The magnet was slightly taken aback.

"……What's this?"

He couldn't see the [spider-like creature].

However, in his magnetic field, those complex and precise fire control systems and orbital algorithms are as if they are forcibly disrupted by some invisible chains.

The entire electromagnetic railgun system was briefly paralyzed, and it failed to correct the ray aiming point even after three automatic restarts.

"The miraculous application of the Mother Virus can partially affect the whole..."

Magnet Master's eyes twitched slightly. He quickly took a step back, waved his left hand, and the electromagnetic stone plate on his side floated high into the air, instantly activating.

Click click click click—!!
Several dark purple tentacles emerged from behind him, but they were not physical entities; rather, they were a fluid of mental perception composed of the Chaos Virus.

That was his spiritual sanctuary as the Chaos Champion. It wasn't just a simple shield, but a protective barrier that simulated the will of a god.

"A mere spiritual entity... dares to break through the Gift of Chaos?"

The Magnet Lord sneered as he manipulated the protective field, blocking the spider-like monster's tentacles one by one. Those subtle disturbances that would have instantly caused a person's brain to collapse were forcibly absorbed by the protective field and converted into ineffective signals.

But he was not at ease.

"What's wrong with this guy's eyes...?"